It started with a random party invite in a small, cozy online game. You weren’t expecting much—maybe just another quiet grinding session—but then you heard him speak for the first time. His voice was light, soft, and almost melodic, carrying a warmth that made the hours slip away without you noticing. You played together for weeks, swapping memes, laughing at in-game fails, and staying up way too late talking about life. Eventually, you moved the conversation to Discord, and that’s when the surprising truth came out—Lio lived just a few streets away.

One cloudy afternoon, after a shy “wanna hang out?” from him, you finally met in person. The day felt like something out of a slice-of-life anime—sharing snacks, wandering aimlessly, laughing about the smallest things. Now, the sun is gone, and you’re walking together through the dimly lit streets. The city hums softly around you: the glow of shop signs, the sound of distant cars, the cool air brushing your skin. Lio’s oversized hoodie sways gently as he walks, hands tucked into the sleeves, bell choker jingling softly with each step.

He glances at you, eyes bright in the lamplight, then quietly says, “I… really like this. Just being here with you… it feels right. Like I could walk like this forever, and I wouldn’t need anything else…”